tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post7838827395963365193..comments2024-03-27T05:18:53.795-07:00Comments on The Weaver of Grass: Going Back.The Weaver of Grasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13947971556343746883noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-76856018895235395632012-10-08T02:58:37.445-07:002012-10-08T02:58:37.445-07:00Thanks for visiting. Sorry about the close format...Thanks for visiting. Sorry about the close format - of course (as anyone who is not a complete nutmeg head will know) the 'alien' writing was blogger's idea of paragraphing. I rubbed it all out - so sorry Tomn - you don't need new glasses - it is my tiny type! As for your comment about The Grapes of Wrath - very funny - it happens to be one of my favourite books - shall never read it in the same light again.The Weaver of Grasshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13947971556343746883noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-85910619522878955712012-10-07T18:47:27.247-07:002012-10-07T18:47:27.247-07:00Enjoyed your photos Pat. Where I grew up there wer...Enjoyed your photos Pat. Where I grew up there were post-war years children everywhere. It was a bustling thriving area of young families in war service homes. Now very old people are left, with many a run-down house in disrepair - quite deserted really.I remember the area so differently with young mums happily waiting at school bus stops with their children, chatting away with others - everywhere you looked then there was someone with a pram.<br />Sad to see it run down and quiet these days.<br />The rural scenery in England is beautiful - very different to what I grew up with in Australia.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-60577864900547594872012-10-07T17:43:02.132-07:002012-10-07T17:43:02.132-07:00That was poignant, Pat.
When I return to the town ...That was poignant, Pat.<br />When I return to the town of my birth I see a great deal of change. The hospital is gone, as are several churches. There is a consolidated school, no gas station and no grocery stores. It's become a very sad and empty bedroom community.Pondsidehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02407539138546412482noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-45192557833759159672012-10-07T15:50:03.995-07:002012-10-07T15:50:03.995-07:00We had the same bright sunshine yesterday. Your Da...We had the same bright sunshine yesterday. Your Dales photos are lovely. I`m sure those places are still much as they used to be.<br /><br />I returned to my childhood village last spring. So much was the same, but all the old souls I knew had gone and all my contemporaries will have moved away. It is a bitter-sweet thing to walk around the places where old friends used to be.Dartford Warblerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04352965211143836326noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-6247686787891404802012-10-07T14:13:48.089-07:002012-10-07T14:13:48.089-07:00No sign of Diggory Venn?No sign of Diggory Venn?Dominic Rivronhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02618013365521035400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-1188939632937475912012-10-07T12:51:11.229-07:002012-10-07T12:51:11.229-07:00John Steinbeck wrote a book about piles too, didn&...John Steinbeck wrote a book about piles too, didn't he? 'The Grapes of Wrath'?<br /><br />(I'll read your post when I get my new glasses.)Tom Stephensonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05979590950587415840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-40657463621432230002012-10-07T10:31:26.428-07:002012-10-07T10:31:26.428-07:00Wonderful to walk with you in the country in such...Wonderful to walk with you in the country in such fine weather. We often think about"the good old days" , but life was a lot more uncomfortable than it is now. We don't like things to be changed for the wrong reasons , I think. Change, however is inevitable, though not always for the better.Reader Wilhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06384603525251159272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-280582018791422638.post-48121182734785560902012-10-07T09:06:40.021-07:002012-10-07T09:06:40.021-07:00Beautiful photos Pat - we had a lovely day yesterd...Beautiful photos Pat - we had a lovely day yesterday here as well. I can sympathise with your exasperation with Blogger - why do things have to change!! Very apt.<br />I went back to visit an aunt many years ago to find my grandmother's paddock and that of a neighbour, had become a small estate of houses. I could walk to the end of the road and peer through into what had been my grandmother's garden and my childhood playground, but of course could not go in. It felt horrid. Is it an age thing, not wanting to accept change? Heatherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06826501916623305535noreply@blogger.com